Marianne watched with a curious expression as the amulet floated towards her. Still listening intently to the Royal Court's words, she held out both of her cupped hands to accept the amulet. Running her fingers over its design, she admired the object with a sense of wonder. This would be their symbol, bestowed upon them by the Crown as covert agents. Slipping the amulet over her wrist, she slid her sleeve over it to conceal it. Staring at the wood of the table in front of her, her thoughts began to trail off.

This was it. This was her chance to prove herself to the Crown and to the Delacroix family. As her chest swelled with excitement, a bright smile crept across her face. With this, she can finally fulfill her dream of nobly serving her country and add to the wonderful, colorful history of the Delacroix's. Eyes glistening, she looked up at the Royal Court momentarily before looking around the room. The other mages had accepted their amulets to varying degrees. It appeared that not many of the other mages held a favorable or any sort of opinion at all, some even responding rather negatively towards the Court's words. Frowning, she didn't quite understand why they didn't seem to share her enthusiasm. 

Well, each of them were entitled to their own opinion. They had their reasons, she had her's. These other mages would eventually become her companions and comrades, though. Her heart nearly breaking when one of the mages requested the safe recovery of her family as payment for the completion of their assignment. Marianne didn't know what she would do if she lost her two older brothers and parents. Her heart went out to the mage. 

Unable to contain her emotion much longer, she slammed her palms on the wooden table loudly and leaned in closely towards the court. Her eyes were practically sparkling. She was eager to prove herself to her family, Crown, and country. The feelings of Pride, valor, honor, and courage surging through her spirit. It showed too, her body becoming electrically charged. Little arcs of static electricity crackled over her and jumped to anything close enough. Comedically adding to her rather manic expression, her black hair even started to become frizzy.

[B]"My blade remains for ze Crown and Country! 'Ow soon can we start? When can we leave?" [/B]